Hello,
On Monday evening I invented the worlds finest curry. It was a thing of total splendour. A majestic thing fashioned almost entirely from stuff in my cupboards. I scoffed the last portion tonight. The downside to all this is that I have no idea what went into the bloody thing. Imagine inventing the worlds best curry then forgetting how you did it. If only I were more organised, I could have patented the recipe and been rich, rich, rich. Oh bugger!
Worse still it has been brought to my attention by a gentleman friend that Footballers Wives has been axed. I cannot begin to explain how much I love that show. I am bereft. I hate ITV.
Little else to report other than to invite fellow myspacers to be my friend and take the bare look off me.
Cheerio
7 comments:
Things like that happen every time I cook (except from a book of course). I have to try and reconstruct what I did by which packets and jars I moved and which residue is left on the chopping board.
It's a shame you aren't being monitored by the Thought Police. Then, if you asked nicely, they might have let you piece the recipe together again from their security camera footage. I found my zip-up tartan slippers by this method recently, although I have absolutely no idea why I put them in the microwave in the first place.
I hate it when you cook something and forget how to do it, fortunately most of what I cook gets confined to the fridge with a promise of ‘I’ll eat it tomorrow for lunch’ seldom can I face it so its not a problem i have often.
Once upon a time I might have been rich. I have long since tasted the ashes of my dreams as you can see from the webpage.
Since most of what I cook is rubbish, it's a blessing that I can never remember what it was I put into it.
Zip up tartan slippers are so last year Alan. All the chaps I know get into a single big slipper of an evening. Not all in the same slipper of course.
Billy, I am shocked truly shocked that you imagine I have not tided my jars and cleaned my chopping board days after I first cooked something. Perhaps this blog is giving away more about me than I realise. Or Billy is spying on me.
Angus- where did you spring from? I too have been led up the garden path by e-mail business dealings. If I even had a tenth of what my in box promises I'd be minted.
Illman!
I'm sure I've told you before about sneaking in when I'm commenting. Grrrrr! Now I look like I'm ignoring you. Anyway you're a very good cook. I remember some old bald cunt I used to know and I being very taken with your tomato and basil soup.
My soups turn out quite well, I will admit that. My curry's are a different matter though. Can you recall roughly what it was you put in your curry and the flavour that stood out most? Maybe between us all we can help you find it again.
Then again, maybe not...........
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